There is a certain beauty to watching the leaves fall
And the trees bare branches
How they appear tangled together
With the comforting embrace of opportunity to hold
Life's cycle before my eyes
And the human experience-
Of resistance
Of refusal to acknowledge-
Ignorance
Sooner than later
Far too soon
I will no longer be grated the feeling of the bitter cold
So even it
I relish in


(C) Tiffanie Doro

The correlations between our journeys-
The interagency
Our folie à deux

I will take the expressions from off of your tongue
Flick a story to commemorate the day we sat upon the sun-
And the ending of such

Naked and restless
Burning our words-
Our translucent context of hearts
With nails dug in so to insure nothing would go unveiled
No passion left behind
No flame left untouched

I felt my spine
slowly crack and shatter
each piece falling from its place-
intricate blue print  
to what ashes lay

Joining where my heart rests-
at my feet

Pinching a principle
with disease ridden veins
but beneath the exterior there is a human
beside the absent minded-
she believes she is still living
somewhere

somewhere inside the tangles
Of what her exterior mind veils

such intent
Savor it
Savor what has been unseen-
Every cloak-and-dagger

Hide behind the undertow so your spying eyes go unearthed  
Laying low close to those who will never know-
Never sense
The taste
of marrow-
of raw ignition inside bones
Or the adrenaline that's expanding your pupils-
Black, hardy vacancies and adaption to space

A neck to grasp
Lips to bite into
Warmth to be felt internally
Far more than physical

Closer to irrational spirituality

(C) Tiffanie Doro